1 o' clock on a Sunday afternoon : finishing a blog that had been brewing in me for months. I was treating this long, thought out blog as if it was going to be the finest bottle of wine. Then, I deleted it. Erased every last word. Why? It's the p a s t .
I had written out pretty much this blog about my bitterness about being passionate about determining justice not just locally, but worldwide and no one else caring. About how I always seem to be different. About my frustrations as to why I am the way I am.
Until I realized that I simply must embrace the curiosity & passion that I have towards life. I have my whole life to work out these issues.
I can't deny that there are millions of things on my mind right now. & honestly, as everything is changing again. And I have absolutely no idea what is supposed to happen next.
I know that: all
will
be
well.
What DO I know? I know that there is nothing I love more than: going on adventures. spending time with people, investing in them. attempting to teach myself acoustic. 3AM skies. being by myself. being with people who think along the same lines as I do. coffee at any time. capturing a moment in time and feeling like you have actually captured a moment so well that you can feel the emotion in the picture. new beginnings. inspiration. crying. passion. bliss. mountains. grace. Andrea Gibson. insanity. Charles Bukowski.
I know that I have complete freedom to be myself. & even more, I know that people have the freedom to judge me, but what I have that makes that okay? I have the knowledge of knowing that at least I'm doing what makes me happy and at least I'm leading a life of integrity.
I need a new breath. A new horizon.
& it's coming...
oh, it is coming.
“to
solve simple problems: that’s
the most
satisfying thing, it
gives you a chance and it
gives everything else a chance
too.
we were made to accomplish the easy
things
and made to live through the things
hard”
